The naked scribe.

I first encounted Lily Burana’s byline in a funny story, and fabulous read, about NYC strip joints — from an inside perspective, because Burana’s a long tall drink of water in a brick shithouse. Or, you know, whatever. She’s a stripper with a keen wit, a sharp eye and a pen. And not afraid to use it.

Later, she was New York magazine’s spy for a story on plastic surgery. They sent her around to all the nip/tuckers who advertise heavily in the city, collecting on the free consultations they all offer. I forget what she asked for, but based on the discreetly draped nude photo of her on the cover she had nothing to ask for. Her body is, how you say, perfect, and her face is nothing to hide, either. Would it surprise you to learn that only one of these doctors had the confidence to tell her so?

“You look like an ‘after’ picture that any one of my patients would kill to resemble,” this brave man of medicine told her. “It would be criminal to touch you with a knife.”

Anyway, she wrote a book a while back, a farewell-to-the-pole valedictory, and I haven’t heard much from her since.

Until this week, when she popped up in Slate as a diarist. Surprise, surprise: She married an Army officer, and she’s living at West Point. Isn’t life strange.

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3 responses to “The naked scribe.”

  1. deb said on December 3, 2003 at 6:49 pm

    her slate entry was an absolute scream. what a find!

    this is the kind of woman tom mcguane and tom robbins and maybe bob seger have in mind when they write those ubiquitous fantasies involving lap dancers and truckstop waitresses — a girl with looks, a saucy rejoinder, AND a brain.

    can’t wait to see what else she has to say about being married to the army. hooah.

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  2. KCK said on December 3, 2003 at 7:26 pm

    I loved her diary, don’t think I’ve read anything by her before. I feel like Goldilocks after my 3rd bowl of porridge; just right and gimme some more.

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  3. willam said on February 2, 2004 at 7:56 pm

    i’m a drag queen and bought the book only so i could copy the eye makeup of the picture on the cover of the book. i ended up reading it and loving it. it was one of the best non fiction book i’ve ever read. i found myself rooting for her like some fake heroine in the Shopaholic series. But then i’m like, wait.she’s real…i wonder what happened to her. so now i know that she did get married and overcame the pull of the pole.

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